Miss Apis’s Tongue. 31 
I will catch hold of it and pull it, Miss 
Apis, if you do not tell me what you did 
with it. 
Will you? she seems to say, solemnly 
looking at us out of her twelve thousand 
six hundred and three eyes. 
No, we will not, because it is gone again. 
] think, in spite of her solemn and owl- 
like looks, she is laughing at us. 
Saucy Miss Apis, what do you do with 
your tongue? 
“T know what you do with yours,” she 
seems to say, and flies off. 
But now! know. I saw her do it. She 
pulled it in, just as you do yours when you 
have put it out of your mouth. But hers 
is such a large tongue it could not be pulled 
into her mouth at all. The best she could 
do was to pull it up as short as possible, 
and then fold it back into a nice little 
groove under her head. 
It is a very useful tongue and a very 
queer one. It has to reach down into long 
